Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.